Alice Testo

Vacuum humming TV playing
Do you want the victuals in the parlor
When there's a boast of riches in the harbor

Eyes of blue hair bottled
It was supposed to be tea and petits fours
With an ice cream or a neck throttle

Alice doesn't live here anymore
Ziptape styrofoam rovana
Tell me what you're looking for
Close the drapes on your nirvana

Alice Doesn't live here anymore

You don't believe in speaking grave side
And where you live is where you gonna die
As you bid adieu to a violent year
Alice where are you going dear

Why don't you roll on over here?